Donna Allen - Hot coming family

She remembered the first time she'd sucked his cock and how embarrassed he'd been at his response to her lips and tongue. In the weeks since, she'd told him again and again how much she loved taking his load in her mouth and he wasn't embarrassed anymore.

Now she pursed her lips and pretended she was about to suck the boy's prick into her mouth. Her fingers worked faster and harder on her cunt as she worked her lips over the imaginary cock.

Reaching for a wash-cloth, she rubbed it between her legs. The friction from the terry-cloth made her shiver and she ran one finger into her ass-crease.

Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, she finally came. A tiny cry of pleasure escaped her lips and the hot water cascaded down her tits.

She leaned against the wall, breathing hard and still working her lips over the teenager's imaginary prick. Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shook and her tits bounced.

Slick moisture ran out of her cunthole. She rose up and stood unsteadily under the shower spray. She lifted her big tits and let the water hit her nipples and she rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to squeeze another orgasm out of her cunt.

She couldn't bring herself off again and the fire in her cunt raged even as she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself in her terry robe and gazed at her image in the mirror.

What a slut you are, Millie Mitchell, she said. She wiped the steam from the mirror and moved closer. Her heart beat fast and her tits heaved with unfulfilled excitement. She moved a hand inside her robe and stroked herself.

"I need more than my hand this morning," she said out loud as she buried her fingers in the juicy folds of her twat.

She sat down on the toilet and moaned with lust. In that instant she knew she would go to the boy. Wrong or right, she knew she would walk across the hall and burst into Eric's room and get into bed with him. Yes, five minutes from now the boy's eager lips would be kissing her pussy and she would be reaching down and holding her cuntlips open for him.

Her eyelids fluttered when she imagined his mouth on her dewy snatch. She could almost feel his tongue moving over the sensitive inner folds of her cunt and his warm moist breath against her inner thighs.

"Love me, Eric," she whispered as she pressed her fingers against her love-mound. "Oh, darling boy, love me!"

Once again she imagined her nephew's hands on her tits and his mouth on her beaver. She used one hand to play with her tits and used the other to masturbate. She wanted to have one more orgasm before she walked in on the boy. She didn't want to go to him too frustrated. That might scare him off and rightly so. He was only a kid. No older than John.

John! The thought of her own son made her bite her lower lip. What if another woman seduced her son? What would her reaction be? Would she be angry or would she understand? She pictured Laura and John in bed together. No, that was too silly. She giggled at the picture. Laura and John? Never! Laura was a prude. Or so it seemed. For the past few weeks she'd been acting like a giddy schoolgirl when Fred was around. But what about John with another woman her age? Would she be furious if she found out a mature woman was having an affair with her own teenage son?

No! she thought as she parted her lips and worked her fingers steadily over her cunt. I'd thank her for giving the boy experience.

She wondered what kind of lover John would be. Would he be gentle and tender or rough and brutal? It was hard to say unless she asked one of his girlfriends. She giggled to herself. She wasn't even sure he wasn't a virgin. And here she was thinking about his girlfriends in the plural.

Still, she couldn't resist imagining John chewing on her cuntlips and greedily sucking on her clit. Her cunt tingled with excitement and she knew the fire between her legs wouldn't be extinguished until Eric fucked her.

She thrust two fingers into her twat and tried to tell herself it was Eric's cock reaming her out. "Split me in two with your cock, darling," she said in a whisper. "Split me in two with your lovely prick."

Imagining the boy's lust-swollen dick plunging deep inside her body, she raised her ass up from the toilet and fucked back at her hand. Her hot cunt gripped her fingers and she added a third finger and used her free hand on her love-button.

"Just one come!" she breathed. She twisted her fingers inside her body and panted. "Just one tiny come!"

The image of her nephew's cock reaming her was so real that she finally climaxed. Her cunt grabbed her fingers and sucked them inside with a force that took her breath away.

She continued jabbing herself with her fingers long after her orgasm subsided. She rekindled the fire between her legs and sobbed as her cunt slurped and sucked on her digits.

"I'm going in!" she whispered as she arose from the toilet and tied her robe tightly around herself.

She reached for a towel and dried her hair. Her short dark curls were almost dry and she ran a brush through her hair and dabbed lip-gloss on her mouth.

"Lord, forgive me," she said breathlessly as she opened the bathroom door.

She stood still a moment, vividly remembering how Eric's cock had felt as it pushed inside her hungry cunt. She wanted it again. It was as simple as that.

Tiptoeing across the hall, she made certain no one else was around. Practically unbreathing, she trembled as she placed her hand on the doorknob to the guest room and pushed the door open.

The room was dim. Eric hadn't yet raised the blind. He lay sprawled on his belly, sound asleep. Millie's heart pounded as she gazed at him. He was obviously naked under the blanket. She wondered if he had a hard-on.

She moved to the side of the bed and gazed down at him. Overcome with lust and excitement, she noticed that the teenager's blonde hair looked strangely dark against the pillow.

He mumbled something in his sleep and twisted his body until he lay on his back and then the startled woman brought her hand up to her mouth.

It wasn't Eric, it was John! Somehow the boys had exchanged rooms and it was John lying naked under the blanket, not her nephew.

The boy lay on his back with his chest and legs exposed. The blanket covered his groin and the horny mother stared down at him. She'd seen her son sleeping many times, but never like this. Never when she was aroused and he was almost naked. Not since he was small, and not since he'd developed as a man.

Now the overheated mother found herself staring at the place in the blanket that covered the boy's crotch. She feasted her eyes on his muscles and drank in the firmness of his tan young flesh. As he breathed, his chest muscles rippled and the blanket fell away from his flat, taut belly. There was a boyish look about his face and when he smiled in his sleep the excited mother shivered.

She no longer thought about Eric. Now she gazed down at her son and craved him, craved him like a woman craves a man. Deep in her soul and in the pit of her being, she wanted him.

Her pussy was still damp and hot from her session in the bathroom. She moved closer to the bed and bent down to touch his leg. Her tits almost fell out of her robe as she bent over and her fingertips grazed his bare thigh. When she moved her hand upward, the blanket fell away and more of his chest was exposed to her gaze.

She let her fingers trail over his chest and his belly and she held her breath as she dipped a fingertip into his navel. This is where you were attached to me, darling, she said to herself. And where does this lead, my sweet boy? she thought as she dragged her finger over the sprinkling of hair that began on his belly and disappeared under the blanket.

Careful not to awaken him, she sat down on the edge of the bed. He stirred slightly and she barely breathed until he settled down again. What if he awakened and found her here? What would she say?